Question

They are little lines of nothing
slits of a vacuum
void of light or anything good...

yet i make them,
create them for a little bit of joy
just for it to fade awey....

Is that why I'm here?
for the moment, off joy it brought them...

It's the little things that hurt,
little stuff has lasting pain
The big stuff just blows off,
but the little comments,
They chip away at you until you break.